bite you, and you're having a fine ride!"

Freddie, it seemed, had not thought of that before.

"That's so!" he exclaimed, and his face did not show much fright now. "I
am having a ride, ain't I?"

Flossie heard this, and then, instead of being afraid her brother would be
hurt, she cried out:

"Oh, I want a turtle ride, too!"

"No!" exclaimed Mr. Bobbsey, who was not so worried, now that he saw the
Aquarium man on his way to get Freddie. "One turtle ride is enough for the
family. Hold fast, Freddie!" he called, as the turtle came around on the
side of the pool near to where the Bobbseys stood.

By this time the man was out on the middle of the wooden piece that held
the heavy wire netting, and as the turtle swam near that the man leaned
over and quickly lifted Freddie from the swimming creature's back.

"There you are, my boy!" cried the man, as he held Freddie out to another
attendant who had come to help. "Now you're all right except for wet feet,
and we can dry them for you in the engine room."

"We have to keep the boilers going in Winter to warm the water for the
tropical fish," said the man to Mr. Bobbsey. "Take your little boy there
and we'll dry his shoes and stockings."

"Thank you," said Mr. Bobbsey. By this time Freddie was safely out of the